It only took 8 miles to get out of the city (vs 20 to get in), where we were on the 'Great Highway.' We rode into Daly City, a community of houses that were small and very close together on a big hill overlooking the ocean. It reminded me of the old song, "Little Boxes" (on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky...) But they did have a great view!
Once we passed Daly City, the hills became less steep, and followed the coast. Mike and I were riding together to midway, and then a spoke broke on her back wheel. After waiting for Jean to drive back to us, I went on by myself. Later I had a flat, which took first myself and then Jean and Mike a total of 40 minutes to get the wheel back on!
I went on by myself to the end, glad to have done the 85 miles!